Over the Hill Overkill

Name: Seymour Trenton but is called Trent or just ‘bro’ and sometimes ‘brah’ by his buddies who do not even know that his first name is Seymour and often joke about how he was named ‘Trent Trenton’ when this is not true but he has just hid his first name that well, always introduces himself as ‘Trent’ because he hates his real name believing it to be the height of ‘uncool’ and the antithesis of a party-bro’s name, though a glance at his driver’s license would undo decades worth of carefully maintaining this cornerstone of his reputation.

Height: 6’1”

Age: 40

Hair: short straight brown always gelled up the same as it ever was almost his entire life.

Eyes: hazel

Features: a well-trimmed full mustache and beard that runs right up into his sideburns. His body looks extremely fit but it is hitting walls built of aging.

Personality: a 40-year-old middle-aged party bro in the thick of his midlife crisis years, he does everything to excess and now at the age of 40 has amped that up to 11 on a scale of 10 terrified of impending decline due to the reality of aging that he is bound and determined himself unaffected by even though time and tolls of a lifetime of being the party wild man cannot be denied, an aging man in denial about to have the truth of his age slam into him like a speeding brick wall, he’s never been all that bright but now he’s throwing to the wayside what little common sense he might ever have had, he was always athletic and fitness minded and now pushes himself twice as hard at the gym and followed all the manfluencer-inspired guidance and thinks that a paleo diet and fad health trends at least the ones convenient to his party lifestyle can save him from ever hitting his over the hill stage of life, avoids regular doctors and checkups he doesn't know what his cholesterol is but believes the higher his heartrate is the better, obstinate, obnoxious yet a friendly fun-loving guy who just goes over the top in a habitual manner, pushes himself too hard in his workouts and his behavior is more reckless than ever, deep in denial about the march of time and the changes it demands on his life and behavior, diving hard into a midlife crisis.

Likes: partying, hanging with his ‘buds’ and ‘bros’, sports of all sorts though the more extreme the better, travel, excitement, adventure, his own misspent youth and extending it as long as possible.

Hates: turning 40, aging, the natural effects of aging on his body, being called old, being seen as ‘the old dude’, the aches and pains that are creeping up on him, that his limitations are increasing, not being able to keep the party going, that small voice at the back of his mind that is now screaming at him to slow down and wise up and act his age. The aches and pains that are beginning to plague him, forcing himself to keep up the action packed party guy up for anything at any hour act while his secret shame is that he really just wants a nice nap.

Backstory: He partied his way through life, coasted through high school and college. Has since made a living as a personal trainer and became drawn into the manosphere by ‘manfluencer’ style social media influencers to the point of becoming something of one himself, riding the paleo alpha bro scene on a small-scale gravy train and is now among the first of his iteration of the kind to face the horrors of middle age while losing his mind to a midlife crisis.

Notes: He has gone to New Orleans for Mardi Gras and has hit a wall hard after only a single day of excessive eating and drinking. He will not only soon suffer indigestion complete with ‘the meat sweats’ and the worst hangover of his life but also will be devastated when forced to confront the truth that he has to start acting his age and slow down to take care of his health. This may be his wake up call that he can't keep going on like this.